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He captures me, even dough there is so many lies Because he allows me to come in, inside into his eyes

There is his soul, filled with sad stories and admirethere is vulnerable tears, there is heat and desire It has been months, but when he kiss me I am at homeHis lips against my heartbeats makes memories of tears and lies gone

A few times in life we will meet a soul were we belongbut culture and geography will make it impossible to last lifelong